"Cultured and creative people
have always generated elites
so as to give the lower classes
something to do, keep them busy,
over there, behind strong walls,
where the rules are written in
stone.

Freedom would simply terrify the
poor, spoiled little things anyway
... and it really is quite a mild
anxiety syndrome, just enough to
keep them going, you know, happily
sorting papers and pushing all their
brightly coloured buttons... in
their comfortable padded chairs...
on wheels.

And then, afterwards, the grumpy
old grunts are kept busy too,
mopping floors, polishing floors.
"Not on this floor, lady," they
say to me.
And I say, "Did you
happen to catch the noon news?"

And they try to aim their open
mouths at me while their muscular,
hairy arms continue to work away,
work away...

But you know, they always do manage
to gross me out somehow, which means
that I never quite make it all the
way through the door. And that's
such a big relief."